i have fallen to ashes and honestly nothing i cling to resembles who i am today. it hurts. a lot. as i feel my way through the darkness i am praying for light to come from any direction so i can start heading toward it. but, i can't see anything in the pitch black abyss.
faith. blind faith.
but is faith so blind when i can feel it. just because i can't see it or tangibly hold it doesn't mean it's not real, right?
love isn't a thing you can hold or touch, but it's a human experience we all crave to participate in.
as my particles begin to reassemble, in a way i never thought they would, i can feel my dust swirling. hope, as if air, is being pumped into my nonexistent body and suddenly i start to glitter. i can't see further than one step ahead of me, but that's all i need.
